Granola bars are one thing I was surprised to find out weren’t always gluten free. It made a lot of sense afterwords. I was always trying to figure out why I was still getting sick and then I read the ingredients.

No one can resist a nice piping hot pizza. At least that’s what I thought. As my membership to the gluten free club got deeper I started to smell gluten from feet away. Pizza no longer smelt like a paradise with melty cheese. It smelt more like pain and would make my stomach churn. But I wasn’t ready to give up.

My mom was born in Mexico, so I grew up with a lot of Mexican dishes. When I joined the Gluten Free Club, a lot of my favourite foods were taken from me. Enchiladas, quesadillas, tacos, burritos… the list goes on. But, I wasn’t giving up.

One of the main staples in my home used to be Kraft Dinner. I ate it normally, I mixed it in things to make a goulash. But then bam, I was hit with an invitation to the gluten free club and bye bye KD.